Italian Lover

Part 3

But why not? Ask her other brain. After all, he knew nothing about the family other than his name. Why

assuming the family belongs to the lower class and not the upper class?

The pair of black eyebrows shot up again while his gaze looked amused. “You look surprised.”

Gina calmed down immediately. “That's because I imagined someone much older,” he said giving an excuse. Tak

maybe he can find out more now. “Perhaps a father of a teenage girl driving a car in blue.”

That amused look instantly turned into concern. “Donata,” says Lucius flatly. “My sister. What's he doing?”

“He caused my car to crash about an hour ago in Vernici. Now my car needs new parts. The workshop there told me that they should order it first from

Florence, and they took a long time for it—not to mention the cost is very expensive!”

“You don't have insurance?”

“Of course I have insurance!” sahut Gina was determinedly aware that Lucius must have intended to avoid responsibility

reply. “But waiting for approval from the insurance company takes time

which is much longer. After all, it is your sister's car insurance company that should be responsible for my car damage—if your sister does have insurance!”

Gina stopped as soon as she saw Lucius' lips form a thin line and realized that it was really too late.

“I'm sorry,” rich immediately. “My words were really rough.”

“Yes, indeed,” says Lucius approves. “Although it could be that it was natural. If you don't mind unlocking the door behind you and letting Guido in, I'll take action

required.”

Gina obeyed him rather reluctantly, not at all sure if Lucius would not tell Guido to throw him out.

The male helper entered the room immediately, her eyes only fixed

directed at her master, it was as if Gina was not there at all.

Lucius Carandente spoke quickly in Italian, and had his servant leave with the last word “Subito!”

“Please sit down,” Lucius said to Gina, pointing to the nearest loveseat.

Lucius himself did not sit down, but leaned against the edge of the writing desk while Gina complied with his request. It made Gina feel bad. It's okay, he thought to himself; I could stand up again if I felt I had to stand up later.

“You haven't mentioned your name,” said Lucius.

“I'm sorry,” said Gina once again. “My name is Gina Redman.”

“You're on vacation here?”

Now it feels easier to answer yes, Gina decided, because I am not sure if the similarity of the name is just a coincidence. Other than the characteristics that were clearly visible, Lucius was not at all similar to the photo stored in his handbag.

“I'm on a walk,” said Gina admitted. “I drove my car starting from France and Switzerland without having any accident

pun. If only your sister hadn't speeded..”

Lucius raised his hand. “I think we better wait until my brother comes and explains himself. I know he's home, so he'll show up soon. While waiting,” said

again with a tone that remains polite. “we will talk about other things only. Your hair color doesn't reflect your British ancestry. Is possible

your parents are different nations?”

Despite wanting to say that it was none of Lucius' business, Gina had no choice but to answer the question. “My late father

italian Man.”

“He died before I was born.” Gina wished the man had not asked any further, and content with the answer until he had time to think of a way to find out if Lucius was really one of the Carandente families he had sought to come all this way. “I was adopted by my stepfather who is English.”

“O, so.”

Gina is relieved when Lucius does not ask why his surname is Redman. Lucius probably thought his mother had no rights to her real father's name from the beginning.

Suddenly the door opened and a young girl appeared whose appearance was completely incompatible with the circumstances around her.

Her hair looked wild and disheveled, looking more like a bird's nest than a crown as it should. He wore black leather clothing, tight trousers hugging his hips, and a tight jacket that confirmed his body.

It seemed that this girl immediately recognized Gina, but even so she was not at all careless. He greeted his brother inside

italian, then very fluently directly changed to English

like her brother earlier—even much smoother.

“It wasn't my fault,” said the girl blatantly, without looking towards Gina. “My car alone is not damaged at all.”

“That's because I managed to avoid a crushing collision from the front!” hatch Gina before Lucius can answer. “You drove your car

at high speed and cannot control it. You don't even

trying to stop! Although just to see if I'm okay!”

Gina sat up straight in her chair. He did not want the girl to deny his actions.

“In my country hit-and-run is an act that goes against the law—especially if there is another party injured.”

“If you get injured you will definitely not sit here,” Donata replied.

Gina tried to hold back her already almost exploding anger. “Not that the point. I have to stay in Vernici until my car

finish fixed—and have to pay the expensive repair fee once. At least I need payment from your insurance so I can move it to

asuransiku.”

“Actually what you want is Lucius giving you money right now!” spray the young girl.

His sister immediately said something firm and sharp in Italian, so the young girl grumbled. When he spoke again, his tone sounded annoyed. “I'm sorry.”

Lucius did not try to stop his sister from leaving the room. His mouth tightened when he heard the door slammed hard.

“I'm sorry for what Donata said earlier,” said. “I'm also sorry for the appearance. He just came back last week

from his school in Switzerland.” Lucius stopped his speech, shaking his head as if he was about to say whatever he was going to say just now was not

related to the current problem. “I think I better be the one

bear all the costs,” he said. “You already have a place to stay?”

Gina shakes. He's confused now.

“Then where is your suitcase?”

“I left it in the trunk of my car,” said Gina. “My own car, not the one I came here. I rented that car from

workshop.”

“Then the car must be returned, and your suitcase brought here. If you want to give me your car keys, I'll take care of everything.”

“Here?” Gina looked at Lucius in confusion. “I'm not—“

Seriate…